vh0pe + ta*e being oblivious to his own chub 🥰
“hobi”, taehyung whined, upper body on full display as he tried to make the button of his pants’ meets its designed place. “i think you fucked up laundry this week.”
hoseok raised an eyebrow. not a questioning one, no. he was quite surprised his boyfriend wasn’t seeing what was right in front of him. like, literally. there’s no way taehyung couldn’t see all that softness wasn’t there a few months ago. it was, and that’s the major point, exactly what kept the button from meeting its assigned space. there was just no-
“uhmmm, cmon...”, taehyung fake cried again, trying to make the jeans’ folds get together. he didn’t even get close. plus, instead of sucking in, to hoseok, at that angle, all relaxed on the bed while forgetting what he was doing on his phone, it seemed like tae actually breathed out, all the “exercise” of pulling and tugging in fact making him tired.
fuck. it was low-key cute, if hobi wants to be honest. and he does, for real. he wants to tell him, “baby, you know, they got you... all the sweets you’ve been bringing home from the bakery next to your workplace... they really got you.” but instead, he takes a moment to appreciate the lovely (and forgive him for such a corny pun) lovehandles spilling from the sides. the little rolls forming whenever taehyung curves his spine a little when trying to button those tight as fuck pants. the rosy cheeks puffing from all the useless attempts. damn. he looks adorable. hoseok wants to kiss him. all over. kiss him and grab him and bite him and-
“you’re just gonna keep looking at me like that? not even gonna give me a hand?”, taehyung asked, arms folded now accentuating the curve of his belly. his supposed-to-be angry stare doesn’t quite suit him, mostly ‘cause those bread cheeks couldn’t threaten anyone even if he wanted to. hoseok feels his heart melt, and smiles gently.
“honey, i don’t think i can help you...”, he gets up from where he was once waiting patiently for them to leave and have some chinese. now he thinks he wants to see tae filling that tummy up-close, in the comfort or their flat. “even if jungkook, with those big arms of him, tried to force these folds to meet...” hoseok got behind his boyfriend, circling his waist. then got ahold of the two sides of the thick fabric, seeing tae’s skin shiver under his soft touch. “they would end up ripping, sooner or later.”
“what do you mean?”, taehyung asked, a nervous laugh contrasting with the way he was staring at his boyfriend in the mirror.
“i mean that you look beautiful...” hobi caressed his plump hips with both his thumbs, slowly. taehyung almost moaned when he felt lips brushing against his his earlobe, as hoseok completed, “but there’s no way your pants can keep up with this squishy tum.”
it was fast, the way the older pinched his extra skin. fast, but gentle. always gentle. taehyung gasped, but didn’t try to let go of the touch. hoseok pecked his shoulder.
“uhm. i... i didn’t...”
“notice?”, he mocked while rubbing the soft belly. a finger got brave and entered tae’s now deeper bellybutton, just for a few seconds. the younger bit his own lip. “yeah”, hoseok purred, back to meeting his boyfriend’s eyes at the mirror. they were sparkling with yearning. “but it’s alright. we can order in and do online shopping tomorrow. right now we need to get you fed, don’t we?”
with a low grumble, taehyung’s tummy answered in his place. both him and hoseok laughed, feeling the night held an expecting sensation of discovery.
